Itchy
Big
Loud
Silent
Observant
Isolated

All of the above can come from it
Scratches that seem too impossible to scratch
Become my main objection

The bigness of my voice and presence
Makes it easy to put on without much notice
The loudness of my thoughts and intent
To sit in silence when asked to speak
Makes it almost inevitable to escape

I watch from afar and say I am taking it
All in but in reality I am playing the role of judge
Of creator and destroyer thinking of things to add
And take away with attempts of achieving good

The most comfortable garment is the most out
Of season garment
I often wrap myself up
I blanket myself in alone time and call it freedom
While letting my thoughts sit captive to my mind
Conformed to the dimensions of my skull
Many ideas pass through but none ever detail
Speaking and asking for what is needed
It even desired

Some call it pride
I call it being me